by Setta Jay
He let go of his dick and dove into the water, shifting to dragon as he went. The underground lake was cool against his scales. He glided through the water, breaking the surface with an earsplitting roar. The beast hadn’t been happy with flight or his time with Vane in Hell Realm. And now a swim in the cold water wasn’t easing it either. The dragon wanted its fucking female with a need so intense he wouldn’t be able to fight it long.
What the fuck was he supposed to do now? He was running out of time, fast.
He needed to find a way to fix his mate. The telepathic link was a sort of beacon signaling the animal that she was ready for him.
He walked into the deeper water and leaned back to float, closing his eyes as he did.
The soothing moment didn’t last. He kept replaying the sight of Delia bared before him. If she’d been the young female broken from all the horrors of her life, he’d be able to resist her. The Delia in that room hadn’t been a female he’d have to wrap in cotton. No, she was entirely more dangerous.
She was his, but only if he could find a way to heal her.
It was no longer just her scent that called to him, it was every inch of skin and the wild female mind that slid through their link and taunted him.
He couldn’t let go of what she’d shown him of her thoughts… so much fucking power growing wildly inside her, barely contained. It wasn’t only the power she fought, but also her damaged, broken beasts. Her strength was what sank inside and pulled him in, because she fought it all. Anyone else would have succumbed to madness, but she hadn’t, she was holding it all together somehow. She thought she’d scare him off, but there weren’t any qualities he prized more than the things he’d seen in those short moments. Her motives made her fucking irresistible to a male like him. He just needed to find a way to fix this, because he wanted her. All of her.
He hated what she was forced to do, but fucking got off on the fact that she was willing to do it. Alex had been correct about Delia’s nightmares being Cyril’s memories. His female refused to let them go because she was fighting for her humanity. She thought the numbness and her intense primal instincts meant she could become like Cyril.
Her animals were the problem, the dragon could force their submission, but the wolf would still mourn for its mate and she’d still feel the shadow’s constant bitter fury. Adding his dragon would only give her one more beast, and how could she bond with the animal when two others were taking her concentration? Sirena might be fucking right about it destroying her.
She was working on a cage to try to mute the animals, and he hoped to hell it worked.
He’d never wanted a mate until the moment he’d been inside Delia’s head. Her beauty called to his dick, her scent claimed his dragon, but it was her strength that sealed his fate. He’d have taken care of the young abused female with his life, protected her, but he wouldn’t have craved a female who couldn’t match him. Delia was his, and if anything happened to her, he’d be a nightmare within the Realms. He’d become the nightmare she thought she was.
He lifted up and pushed his wet hair off his face as his muscles twitched with need and fury at being denied what he wanted most.
What is it? Delia asked and just her sultry voice eased the beast. The animal slid back to the link and Drake let it as he sucked in air and walked out of the massive pool. Water slid down his naked body as he shook his head. His cock was already heavy again, just from three words.
Nothing, he answered, glad when several beats passed and she didn’t respond. He didn’t bother prying his beast away. If the dragon gave her the comfort he’d seen in her mind, then he would deal with the distraction of having constant contact with her.
Long moments passed in silence as his cells filled with power again.
Drake. Sirena’s voice cut into those moments.
What?
I went to see Delia earlier with Alex. There was a hesitance in the healer’s tone.
She told me she wouldn’t let Alex in. Something he should have shared, and would have if he’d been thinking. He ground his teeth at his lack of control.
That’s not the problem. She sighed.
He instantly checked the bond to his mate. Nothing was coming through the connection; it was quiet.
What happened? he demanded.
She tracked your link when we were there and saw someone with you in Hell Realm. He stilled, thinking of her being able to track all of his people. It had happened with the other mated pairs as well, so he’d made sure to mask it from her, or he thought he had.
He growled. If she lost control, he didn’t want his warriors on that shadow beast’s radar. He’d need to reinforce what he’d done. It was a testament to her power that she’d gotten through the one he’d formed.
And? He got the feeling that Sirena wasn’t done.
Delia wasn’t happy. Sirena’s tone said more than the words.
What happened? If it had been catastrophic, Sirena would have said something before fucking now.
She almost leveled her room and she could have taken down the whole floor with how hard the ground shook. The power that burst from her was dangerous.
What the fuck did that mean? Wouldn’t he have known if she’d lost control of the power? Is she okay? he demanded, hating he couldn’t do anything but check the bond, which seemed fucking fine.
She’s fine. She just didn’t recognize Vane’s power signature and thought you might be with a female.
He stilled as a long pause sounded on Sirena’s end. A harsh primal side of him was beyond pleased with the knowledge that his female was possessive, but he finally understood what Sirena was getting at. His cousin didn’t know that he wasn’t the same as other Immortal males. That he didn’t need sex to maintain optimum levels.
It won’t be a problem. He thought back on his time in Hell Realm with Vane. There’d been a split second when his dragon’s battle lust had gotten more frenzied, so he’d felt it, but it should have been stronger if what Sirena said was true.
I don’t think you understand the full scope of this. When we asked her what would happen if another female touched you… this is what we got. Sirena fed him the image of his female. Fuck, her wild eyes were a thing of pure beauty. They’d actually glowed bright gold when she’d threatened death to any female who touched him. Some primal part of him got off on the sight.
Sirena spoke again, and he felt her frustration and worry. This is bad, Drake. What happens if I can’t find a way around this for months? Or years?
He gritted his teeth. It won’t be a fucking problem. Because he didn’t want another female. Only Delia could ease his dick now. And at this rate the dragon wouldn’t last weeks before he was in a fucking cell too. At least he’d made the cells strong enough to contain the Gods, something he’d done purely as a backup plan centuries ago. If it would hold a Deity, it should hold him, and P would have to use the shackles to keep him from his female. He’d hold out as long as he could, but the link and seeing into her mind had tipped the scales.
Long minutes passed before Sirena asked the question he knew was coming. You don’t need sex, do you?
I said it wasn’t going to be a problem.
A moment later she breathed out. Well, that’s really good. He could almost feel the relief in her next words. Now what did you see in her mind? Is there anything I can use to help her?
Nothing that will help.
Okay.
He ran his fingers through his wet hair as the connection dropped.
Seconds later he snarled into the cavern as his thoughts went to the monumental problem facing him.
He wouldn’t be able to resist the need to claim her for long.
Chapter 10
P’s home, Tetartos Realm
Hades had always done his best thinking while buried in wet female. This was no exception. He grinned wickedly at the nearest female, dragging her closer to taste her lips. More females writhed, moaned and played all around him. Nothing was more beautiful than the f
reedom of release.
The bed wasn’t nearly big enough for all the naked bodies filling it. He wondered how his son lived like this. He was the son of a God, why would he live in such a small secluded dwelling? He would question him more later.
His mind was still processing all that Pothos had shared in his memories. Along with all the things he’d learned during the day. The new languages and the incredible changes to Earth Realm. Conn had also shown him a great deal and was going to leave more for him to assimilate when he was done with his females.
His mind returned to Apollo as it had every few minutes since he’d been awakened. His telepathic knock went unanswered yet again. The void was making him edgy.
Once he was finished getting his fill of energizing pleasure, he’d continue searching for what he needed to find more answers. He needed to find the ancient stone soon.
Two females kissed in front of him and he lifted up, nearly dislodging the two wicked tongues at his hard cock. He joined the kiss before fisting the blonde’s hair to take more of her soft moans in his mouth. Eager hands ran over his chest and stomach as wet tongues worked his hard flesh.
He moaned as the sucking grew more frenzied. His fingers found the soft wet flesh of a female whose lips and tongue were buried between soft tanned thighs. Everywhere he found a plethora of beauty in all incarnations, light, dark, curved, petite, he loved them all equally; the tastes and sounds they made filled his senses and put a smile on his face.
He’d gone through all of the information Conn had provided on the laptop. The technology of this new world was truly incredible and exciting. The wolf was currently downloading more information for him to absorb.
Later he would have his son take him where he could access this Internet the references spoke of. There was much to learn, but one thing had stayed the same. Females were still intoxicating creatures.
He spun, unsettling the two at his cock. He grinned and flipped the blonde onto her knees. He gripped her curved hips and slammed deep as he turned his face to the redhead and took her lips in a wild tangling of tongues. He unleashed his wings now that he was off his back and felt hands sifting over the soft feathers.
He thrust for long minutes until he felt the blonde’s passage convulse around him. She moaned and milked him, but he wasn’t ready to come yet. As soon as her channel stopped quivering, he spun her for a quick kiss and moved to the next.
He groaned at the soft sexy noises around him. He’d missed this. Missed the addicting scent of sex filling the air.
This was a much better world than he’d left. He wasn’t consumed with battle lust like some of his brothers had been. Pleasure had always been more his style. That was why he and his sister Aphrodite had been close, they’d always preferred their amusements without casualties.
He missed her, but that was something for a different time.
This perfect world was about to change and it was up to him to make sure everything was still standing in the end. His mother and father, the Creators, had made that clear right before sending him to sleep.
He was eager to see what new information Conn found for him. It seemed his sires were less than forthcoming with their chosen Guardians. He’d have to search and become resourceful if he were going to find a way to Apollo. Either his brother was still unconscious as he’d been when he was taken, or whoever had him also had a way to block him from communicating. He knew of only one possibility and it wasn’t the best-case scenario.
He’d keep his knowledge to himself. These Guardians weren’t individually powerful enough to chain him, but collectively they, including his son, were not someone he could win a battle against. Nor would he necessarily want to. He wouldn’t gain freedom to hide from the Guardians like Apollo had tried to do when he’d been awakened. Hades would live in the world alongside his son, his greatest achievement.
He would ensure they never put him back to sleep. There were options for leverage, but he would see where things took him before playing any cards.
His thoughts were taken over by the stroking of his cock. He smiled down at the redhead who was flushed with lust, his palm caressed her cheek before flipping her legs out from under her. Cream-colored ankles lifted to his shoulders and he positioned his dick with the help of another female. He groaned as he sank deep and fucked her hard. He liked the new words and expressions. There was so much to see and love in this new world and he didn’t want to miss any of it. Once things were secure, he planned to experience it all.
“Hades, please.” A whimpered plea to come was music to his ears as he shafted faster, loving the clenching flesh. He groaned deep before commanding a dark-skinned beauty to touch the female he was fucking.
He kissed another female as he stroked inside hot wet flesh until he felt soft contractions wrap around him. He smiled against new lips.
More females. More hot achy flesh to fill. “Now play with her, make her squeeze me hard so you can have your turns, my beauties.” All around him hands and thighs and soft bare flesh greeted him.
“Me next,” a dark-skinned exotic beauty begged prettily.
“What is it you wish, my lovely?”
She moved his hand down to her ass and gave him a sultry look. He grinned as he understood her invitation. Her tiny ass was already silky with the cream some of them were using to play with toys. Yes, he looked forward to familiarizing himself with each new implement of pleasure.
“Show me,” he demanded and heard her breath catch as she offered up her ass while settling her face down in the blankets. He groaned in pleasure as he pushed into the tight, hot fit.
He would indulge the females for only another hour, and then he had things to discover and locate. Pothos had shown him only a few of his old personal items recovered after the Creators destroyed all of the temples and palaces of the Deities after sending them to sleep.
Soon, he would find what he was looking for.
Chapter 11
Guardian Manor, Tetartos Realm
Drake clenched his teeth as he fought to keep a hold on the dragon.
The last thing he needed to deal with was fucking Hades, but he obviously wasn’t getting out of it.
P looked tense when he reformed on the balcony outside of Drake’s office with Hades at his side. P might be exhausted and irritated, but his father appeared energized enough for them both. Hades scanned his surroundings, likely still taking in every detail in the new world.
Drake was strung too tight to give a shit, but he needed to get Apollo back and the delay was pissing him off. If his gamble in using Hades’ connection failed, he didn’t have anything else to go on.
That wasn’t the only fucking problem at the moment. He’d been fighting the beast with everything he had for the entire night, to the point that all the energies he’d taken in while in the pool were already depleting fast. All night he’d felt her mind rub up against it, even with the dragon still curled there, but in the last hour it had gotten out of control. It was like she was stroking his dick with each gentle sweep. He was starting to lose his damned mind.
He sucked in a hard breath when she did it again. His cock was throbbing in his jeans.
He snarled at the Deity, “Have you found Apollo yet?”
If this didn’t work, that meant Apollo was lost in enemy hands, being used for some unknown purpose. Apollo was too damned dangerous. He could be enhancing those warriors’ power for all Drake knew, and that was only one of the shitty possible scenarios.
Delia’s mind rolled over his, harder, more demanding this time, and he growled low. It felt too fucking good.
I can’t stop touching it. She moaned into his mind, the sound so needy but with a hint of panic that stilled him. That was when he felt his life force surge and it sucked the air from his lungs; it had been awakened by his mate. He gripped the first thing he saw and crushed glass and metal in his fingers as the dragon roared in pleasure. Animal instinct roared to the surface. The mating frenzy had started or his life force wouldn’
t be clamoring to merge with hers, it would be calm inside him.
Fuck! All the beast did was roar.
Claim!
Sirena, he snarled through his link to the healer. Check Delia. Now! His muscles pulled taut as smoke filled the room and he couldn’t get a hold on it. P was talking; he could barely hear any of it through the soft moans slipping through the link from Delia. They hadn’t touched, but his soul was pushing the limits of his body. It was without a doubt the frenzy.
P. He was going to have to be caged, because he’d go to her if he moved an inch. His cousin would need to do it soon. P’s power slipped out to mesmerize and it only worked enough for him to take another breath before she groaned. The demanding push of her mind was intoxicating and so fucking strong.
He snarled as images of claiming her set the connection ablaze. She was broadcasting pure erotic heat to him, vivid enough that he was barely standing upright. He heard his cousin demanding Hades’ help. He couldn’t focus on a damned thing but her. There were questions and then more power hit him, but it only eased for as long as it took for her to do it all over again.
He vaguely heard Hades, “I can fix it,” as if answering some question from P. The God had power over souls, but that couldn’t solve anything where Delia’s beasts were concerned. Drake’s focus was gone and he couldn’t comprehend any more of Hades’ words. If he’d intended to somehow calm the frenzied need, the surging of their souls trying to connect because of the frenzy, then he was fucking failing. Drake felt no ease.
I’m with her, doing what I can. Sirena’s concern only incited the beast more.
Guardians filled the room and he felt power, but their presence was all a haze. So were the words and demands; explanations and arguing he heard as if in a tunnel. The only thing clear was his mate’s harsh need.
P, lock me up! He growled and the force of it made the building shake under his feet. They’d hit the point of no return.
